Because my surname is the most common one on the planet, I often receive misdirected emails. Relatives who meant to write to Kevin Smith about the soccer tournament, or to Karen about the barbecue, or Keisha about a wedding. I often wonder what would happen if I accepted every invitation to every potluck (probably delicious things), but until then I thought I'd document my interactions with these complete strangers who I do try to point in the right direction, like a good Samaritan should.
Monday, April 29, 2013
Hi Aunt Patty
Sweet Aunt Patty. I'm sure her Easter dinner was not to be missed. But alas, this mistaken invitation was meant for Katelyn.
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